No water, no life. No blue, no green
No water, no life. No blue, no green Mentally prepared for the Chennai weather, I stepped on the soil of the city. ‘Hot, hotter and hottest’ is how everyone expresses it. Yet, I was in for a pleasant surprise. It was cool, no obviously not as cool as it in the hills, but bearable and one could sit under a fan and not sweat or curse. I lived in Chennai for only a year and a half. What to talk of reading or writing, I cannot even pretend to understand Tamil. It is Japanese and Chinese to me. I do not know the city, I cannot handle either the climate or the food for long, yet the city has a certain pull. It gives one a sense of freedom. And it is only in Chennai that you can see a woman dressed in a sari in traditional vibrant colours, her hair decorated with a gajra (a string of flowers) and driving an auto-rickshaw. The business I had gone for, over, Mani and I went to InKo Centre in the evening for a treat to our senses. A month-long art exhibition Chennai- Waterless , Water...